Scary Mystery Novels & Stories

Her secret must have been discovered, they were going to kill her even before Steven does, she had offended a very big personnel, she didn't think Tracy would tell what happened, she thought for both their sakes she was going to keep quiet, She had let the cat out of the bag now she has to think of what to say else she would be killed here and no one would notice her. "Good evening sir" She stammered, not really knowing what time it was she greeted the fierce looking man infront of her, she was really scared, she thought she wasn't scared, she thought she had experienced the worst with Steven but looking at this man she was scared, she didn't know what to think, she also couldn't read him, h

mind gibbered. 'It can't be real, it can't be—' But it was real. And it was looking at her like she was dinner. The creature's lipless mouth stretched into a grotesque parody of a smile. "Going somewhere, little human?" it hissed, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. The sound made her skin crawl. Cathy's heart seized. Behind her, she could hear the angry shouts of the women growing closer. Before her, the pale monstrosity loomed, its red eyes gleaming with hunger. Trapped. She was completely trapped. She was trapped, with nowhere left to run. This was it. This was how she died. Cathy's heart raced as she stood frozen, caught between the approaching mob and the nightmarish creature blockin

Scarlett couldn't sleep. All through the night, she tossed and turned restlessly, plagued with images of Tabitha's dead body. One time when she managed to doze off, a bad dream terrified her. She saw herself standing before Mirah's dangling body, while Tabitha and Gretchen lay underneath her, their bodies slowly decaying. Then a mysterious figure appeared out of the darkness and pointed a finger at her, followed by an eerie whisper that said, "You are next..."

Beyond the movie, watched her react is entertainment enough, though I didn’t want her to realized my impression of her. “Instead of covering your eyes, try covering your ears. The scariest part of horror movies is the jumpscare sounds. Sorry I didn’t ask you first.” “Really? I feel like the ghost will jump out of the screen and come for me.” She parted her fingers to peeked at me with one eye. “Is it gone?” I nodded quickly. Even in the dark, I could see her adorable expression. If only she knew I was aware of her true identity, I would reach for her…

"We're coming very, very close." A sharp scream rang out from deep within the estate before any of them could move another step. It was far away but unmistakable—a sound of unadulterated horror that made Stacy shudder. An eerie quiet that was more terrifying than any sound was left behind when the scream was suddenly interrupted. Stacy gazed at Gregor and her breath caught. Her voice was hardly audible above a whisper when she queried, "What was that?"

She stumbled back, hand over her mouth, feeling the bile rise. Pinned to the bear’s chest was a note, scrawled in jagged letters: "I'M NOT YET DONE WITH YOU, DR. ARIA." Terror gripped her, cold and paralyzing. Her breaths turned shallow and rapid. Every shadow in the room seemed to stretch, every sound suddenly louder. She wasn’t just frightened—she felt hunted.

I darted towards the stranger and right before my eyes, he vanished into thin air. What! A sudden distant laughter cackled in the air. I turned to leave and the path before me was covered with fog. Another distant laughter cackled in the air. My blood went cold, and the hairs on my skin prickled just then, I saw something shining under the leaves. With unsure steps, I crossed over to it and lowered myself to my knees. It was an ornate box, cold to the touch and its surface was covered with strange symbols. I picked it up and opened it, a blinding light flashed and a hand clawed at my neck.

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak

I thought that it would be a majestic visit, but it turned out to be a hell of a night. I was already panicking inside when I realized we were on a different path. I’ve been closing and opening my eyes for a long time now, but I’m sure that the driver should have turned left when we were at the intersection. I'm at a loss for words. The sweat is starting to build up, and my knees are beginning to tremble. I won’t say that after everything I went through, this is just a piece of cake for me. Because after all of it, this kind of situation still scares me.

Had his assurance that the wolves would be destroyed if they didn't marry truly not been his own desires, but rather, his fears of what would happen if he lost control of the goblins? As the cart finally lurched to a stop, Scar peered out the window to see nothing but darkness. Even her witch senses did nothing to help her here; she saw textured rock around her, but nothing else. Her nose picked up the musty scent of the earth and ancient dust. Damon jumped down and came around to help her out, his grip on her arm tight as he led her into the inky blackness. "I can't see anything," she whispered, feeling as if she were walking into her own grave.